What is going on? Where am I? What am I doing here? All sorts of questions coming at me like darts on a dartboard. I want to open my mouth to speak, but that will only wake me as it does in all my dreams.
I'm cold. It's dark. Is this a dream or a nightmare? I see a light that lures me near. I drift closer, and closer and closer. I see many creepy faces.
I wake when I hit my head against the bar of my bunk bed. "Some simple things still seem to be the more difficult." I say, and drift back to sleep.
